The Go Ahead Boys and Simon's Mine

Ross Kay

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Project Gutenberg's The Go Ahead Boys and Simon's Mine, by Ross Kay This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: The Go Ahead Boys and Simon's Mine Author: Ross Kay Release Date: February 9, 2005 [EBook #14998] Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND SIMON'S MINE *** Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Emmy and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND SIMON'S MINE BY ROSS KAY Author of "Dodging the North Sea Mines," "With Joffre on the Battle Line," "The Search for the Spy," "The Go Ahead Boys on Smugglers' Island," "The Go Ahead Boys and the Treasure Cave," "The Go Ahead Boys and the Racing Motor Boat," etc., etc. ILLUSTRATED BY R. EMMETT OWEN I leave this rule for others when I'm dead: Be always sure you're right—THEN GO AHEAD Davy Crockett's Motto NEW YORK BARSE & HOPKINS PUBLISHERS BOOKS FOR YOUNG MEN THE GO AHEAD BOYS By Ross Kay 12mo. Cloth. Illustrated. Price per volume, 75 cents, postpaid . 1 THE GO AHEAD BOYS ON SMUGGLERS' ISLAND 2 THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND THE TREASURE CAVE 3 THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND THE MYSTERIOUS OLD HOUSE 4 THE GO AHEAD BOYS IN THE ISLAND CAMP 5 THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND THE RACING MOTOR BOAT 6 THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND SIMON'S MINE (Other volumes in preparation ) BARSE & HOPKINS PUBLISHERS NEW YORK 1917 The Go Ahead Boys and Simon's Mine In spite of their recent exertions and the loads they were carrying they all began to run. page 203 PREFACE In this book the writer has endeavored to relate a story of stirring adventure and at the same time eliminate all sensationalism and improbable elements. The thread of the story was given him by a man who was familiar with the life and experiences of prospectors. Indeed, there is warrant for almost every event recorded in these pages. The author has no desire to make his young heroes either preternaturally brilliant or possessed of too precocious brains. They are normal, healthy American boys fond of travel and adventure and naturally are meeting experiences such as come to men doing what they were doing in certain parts of our country. Self-reliance, determination, the ability to decide quickly and to act promptly, the strength of will which prevents one from abandoning too easily a course of action which has been decided upon,—all these are foundations upon which any successful life must rest. If these qualities can be acquired in the early years then life is just that much stronger and better. The Go Ahead Boys, in spite of their many experiences are typical boys of America, and as such wish to express to the many friends they have made their hearty appreciation of the interest which has been expressed in their wanderings and adventures. Ross Kay. TABLE OF CONTENTS CHAPTER I A GHASTLY DISCOVERY II A CLUE III TWO UNBIDDEN GUESTS IV TWO THIEVES IN THE NIGHT IV A START AND A LOSS VI DIVIDED VII TWO NAVAJOS VIII WAITING IX DOWN THE RUSHING RIVER X A RATTLER XI A PERILOUS FALL XII A WRECK XIII ALONE IN THE CANYON XIV CLIMBING XV THE SEARCH XVI A STARTLING ARRIVAL XVII A DEPARTURE BY NIGHT XVIII RESTORING THE MAP XIX A JOYOUS RETURN XX TWO CROW TREE XXI THE RETURN OF THE STRANGERS XXII SPLIT ROCK XXIII ON THE RIM XXIV A SMALL CLOUD XXV CIRCLES XXVI CONCLUSION PAGE 11 21 30 40 48 57 65 75 84 92 101 109 118 126 134 143 151 160 169 178 187 196 205 214 224 234 THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND SIMON'S MINE CHAPTER I A GHASTLY DISCOVERY "Look at that!" Instantly Fred Button and his companion halted and the two boys stared at the sight to which their attention had been directed. Even their guide, who at that time was several yards behind, hastened to join them and was almost as shocked by the sight as was his young companions. "What is it? What is it?" whispered John. "Can't you see?" retorted Fred. "It's a skeleton of a man. The skull is over there," he explained as he pointed to his right. "The other bones have been scattered. Probably some wolves or buzzards have been at work here." For a brief time no one spoke. The bones before them were unquestionably those of a man. They had been bleached by the sun and their very whiteness increased the ghastly impression. "What do you think has happened?" inquired John in a low voice. Fred shook his head and turned questioningly to the guide. Zeke, the name by which the guide was commonly called, also shook his head as if the mystery was not yet solved. Without speaking he approached the place where the skeleton had been discovered, and a moment later with his foot unearthed a sleeve of a coat which had been buried from sight by drifting sands of the desert. Stooping, Zeke pulled hard and soon drew forth the coat. The garment itself was somewhat torn, but still was in a fair state of preservation. Turning to his companions Zeke said abruptly, "Better look around, boys, and see if you can find something else. My impression is that you'll find a set of prospector's tools not far away." In response to the suggestion the two boys at once busily began their search. A shoe, worn and plainly torn by strong and savage teeth, was brought to Zeke. Later a pick ax, spade and hammer also were discovered and added to the pile. Meanwhile Zeke had been searching the garment which he had discovered and in one pocket he had found a small book which evidently interested him greatly. Thrusting his discovery into his pocket, Zeke turned to the boys and said. "What do you think? Shall we bury these bones or shall we try to take them back?" "Back where?" inquired Fred. "To our camp or back to civilization?" "I shouldn't do either," suggested John. "We can bury the bones here and mark the spot so that if we ever find out who the man was we can tell his friends where they will find what is left of him. What do you think?" he added, turning to the guide as he spoke. "I think that's the best thing to do," replied Zeke quietly. "Personally I haven't any strong feeling about what happens to my carcass after I have left it." "Have you any idea who or what this man was?" Fred asked. "I found this in his pocket," responded Zeke, displaying the little book he had taken from the coat. "What is it? What is it?" inquired Fred eagerly. "It looks to me like it was a diary. Some of it is missing and some is faded, but it looks to me on the whole as if the man was keeping an account every day of what he was doing and where he went." "Can't you find his name in there somewhere?" inquired John. "I haven't yet. I have a suspicion that these bones belong to old Simon Moultrie. He was an odd stick and I guess was more than half crazy. He was prospecting most of his life, leastwise as soon as he came out to these regions. The funny part of it all was that he wouldn't go with anybody and wouldn't let anybody go with him. Once or twice he thought he had struck it rich, but I never heard that anything panned out." "What makes you think the dead man was Simon Moultrie?" "Mostly because he hasn't been heard from of late. It must be seven or eight months since he has shown up. You see he used to come in twice a year for supplies and then he would start out prospecting and not show up again for six months, or until his supplies ran low." "How old a man was he?" inquired John. "Sixty-three or sixty-six, I should reckon," replied Zeke glibly. "He was a bit off, same as I was telling you, and had just gone dippy on the subject of finding a mine." "And you say he did find one or two?" "He thought he did find one or two, but when he came to follow them up, why the stuff didn't assay worth a cent, or else it was just a little pocket he had happened to find. What do you think ought to be done with these bones?" again inquired the guide. "The best thing to do is to bury them and mark the spot just as John said," said Fred. The suggestion was speedily acted upon and taking the spade which had been found Zeke soon digged a grave in the soft soil. Then carefully and silently the bones of the unfortunate man were collected and covered. A bleached limb of a mesquite tree which had doubtless been torn away and been carried far from its location by one of the terrific wind storms that occasionally sweep over the region, was thrust into the ground at the head of the little grave. Next a piece of paper was taken from his pocket by John. Upon it he wrote, "The grave of an unknown man, supposedly Simon Moultrie. The bones were found July 13, 1914, by Fred Button, John Clemens and Zeke Rattray." "Don't you think," inquired John, "that I had better put our addresses on this paper too?" "Good scheme," replied Fred. Accordingly the permanent address of each member of the party was added to the brief statement. "Do you suppose we'll ever hear from anybody?" inquired John in a low voice. "I don't know," answered Fred, shaking his head as he spoke. "It's one of those things you never can tell about." Fred Button was one of the four boys who among their friends and themselves, for the matter of that, were commonly known as the Go Ahead Boys. They were schoolmates and classmates and were nearly of the same age, John being the only one who was eighteen, while his three companions were each seventeen years old. In various parts of their country they had been spending their recent vacations together. The list of books given at the beginning of this story will indicate the various parts of the country in which they had met their adventures. At the present time, however, when this story opens, they were nearly two thousand miles from home. Across the continent they had journeyed together and together also they had spent ten days viewing the wonders of the Grand Canyon of the Colorado. The apparently perilous ride on the backs of donkeys down Bright Angel Trai